
Ah, yes. I've been away for quite some time now. That long even that I forgot my account password, so I'm back and renewed. And sick, again. Splendid, aint it? I was away for one week, more or less, to visit close friends in Stockholm, and while I was there this blasted virus decided to break out again. So now I've been in school one day total this week, and I severely doubt it will increase. The positive side of it all is that I won't get scorched once I do get back to school, 'cause wonderful friends have dropped off books and essays and work to do. Chemistry, english, maths, woodwork, history and swedish will now get studied in large enough portions.
I've been in several musical moods these last few days. The week started off with progressive metal, rock and things alike. It slowly developed into techno, electronica and further in that direction. Right now I'm in love with cute pop and rock and indie anew. The discovery of Bedroom Eyes, of Håkan Hellström's latest song, and the newly found Smashing Pumpkins (who have been lost in the pudding for quite some months now), brought me to this mood and now I just can't stop singing, skipping around, and coughing my lungs out dry. The fact that Way Out West already have so many bands signed that I've been longing to see only makes things better. I do miss Animal Five though, it would be sweet if they could come to Way Out West aswell, at one of the smaller stages. And Kristian Anttila, with his new album.
The only things that draws my mood back down to never before explored depths are my throat, which feels as if it's been pierced by dozens of razorblades, my nose that has given up on any kind of life completely, and my head that is officially ten sizes too small. And the weather that was a bitch a few days ago. Right now it's sunny, warm and I desperately want to walk around in town, Slottsskogen preferably. I can't. It pisses me off.
While on the wonderful topic of warmth and all too early spring; the cherrytrees are blossoming here (which made me think of the oh so wonderful song by Air - Cherry Blossom Girl), and so are a lot of other things as well. Not to mention that plenty of bushes have started developing leaves. Spring does indeed come early this year. Exactly twelve months ago, we had snow at least to our ankles and we wanted nothing more than for it all to disappear and be replaced by warmth, sun and greenery. Here we are, one year later, and we've had almost no snow at all. A week with the white stuff, at most.
At last, I will end this post, with a simple question. If you can find any (or a lot) of typos, please disregard them and keep in mind that I am sick, and haven't written or typed anything this long for at least two weeks. It's a good feeling, being able to just write it all off.
Were I like thee, I'd throw away myself.
Bedroom Eyes - Norwegian Pop
Songs we hold close learned us more about this life
Than those years sitting cornered in a class room
For every darkened time there is a tune
A soothing painkill safe to sink into
You might not always stand by me
But how sad a life would be with guarantees
Three-minute songs sometimes lasts a lifetime long
Safe in sound with Norwegian pop to stick to
Let's go where people are like you and me
The dance floor is a mess but so are we
She says "there's so much left to loose"
But tell me how could music ever fail us too?
Julie, this too shall pass
Julie, this too shall pass
Julie, this too shall pass
It's just another low, these never last
I've been in several musical moods these last few days. The week started off with progressive metal, rock and things alike. It slowly developed into techno, electronica and further in that direction. Right now I'm in love with cute pop and rock and indie anew. The discovery of Bedroom Eyes, of Håkan Hellström's latest song, and the newly found Smashing Pumpkins (who have been lost in the pudding for quite some months now), brought me to this mood and now I just can't stop singing, skipping around, and coughing my lungs out dry. The fact that Way Out West already have so many bands signed that I've been longing to see only makes things better. I do miss Animal Five though, it would be sweet if they could come to Way Out West aswell, at one of the smaller stages. And Kristian Anttila, with his new album.
The only things that draws my mood back down to never before explored depths are my throat, which feels as if it's been pierced by dozens of razorblades, my nose that has given up on any kind of life completely, and my head that is officially ten sizes too small. And the weather that was a bitch a few days ago. Right now it's sunny, warm and I desperately want to walk around in town, Slottsskogen preferably. I can't. It pisses me off.
While on the wonderful topic of warmth and all too early spring; the cherrytrees are blossoming here (which made me think of the oh so wonderful song by Air - Cherry Blossom Girl), and so are a lot of other things as well. Not to mention that plenty of bushes have started developing leaves. Spring does indeed come early this year. Exactly twelve months ago, we had snow at least to our ankles and we wanted nothing more than for it all to disappear and be replaced by warmth, sun and greenery. Here we are, one year later, and we've had almost no snow at all. A week with the white stuff, at most.
At last, I will end this post, with a simple question. If you can find any (or a lot) of typos, please disregard them and keep in mind that I am sick, and haven't written or typed anything this long for at least two weeks. It's a good feeling, being able to just write it all off.
Were I like thee, I'd throw away myself.
Bedroom Eyes - Norwegian Pop
Songs we hold close learned us more about this life
Than those years sitting cornered in a class room
For every darkened time there is a tune
A soothing painkill safe to sink into
You might not always stand by me
But how sad a life would be with guarantees
Three-minute songs sometimes lasts a lifetime long
Safe in sound with Norwegian pop to stick to
Let's go where people are like you and me
The dance floor is a mess but so are we
She says "there's so much left to loose"
But tell me how could music ever fail us too?
Julie, this too shall pass
Julie, this too shall pass
Julie, this too shall pass
It's just another low, these never last
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